That Is Not The Diet We Are Fed - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It would be wonderful to recognize our failings, And immediately correct them.Or face the truth and deal with our insecurities.But we are suspended within mentalities to react, Too quickly! We are prepared to defend such conditions...We find ourselves in, Much too fast!

Offended we are and preconditioned to attack, And not listen.Becoming less respected because we disrespect.For purposes that generate a reflected unhappiness.Handed down from one generation to the next.To annoint our fears to the innocent.Hardening their hearts before they are ready to speak.

And when someone is 'intentionally' like this, Who cares how the bleeding is done? Or how it has come to manifest.Why bother to empathize with this stubbornness?

One in which an attraction for habitual lies, Cries foul constantly to themselves in active denial.Taught to whine and complain.Why commit to be placed on trial by nitwit misfits...Socially unfit?

Where is the benefit of it in this process? Tied to become unified with an ignorance...That desires to incite conflict.And resisting the agony, That comes with enticing more of it!

It would be wonderful to recognize our failings, And immediately correct them.But that is not the diet we are fed! And we even get upset...When placing an order for fast food to infect us, That it does not come fast enough to do it...Upon command.